I didn't know why Little Bubble appeared on the square, but it made my scalp tighten. The other girls were fine, even Lin Xue, who enjoyed going against me, knew when to be serious. But this ignorant little fellow … She really didn't know anything! I don't know what's wrong with Bubble, she can't even control her own daughter.
Luckily, before Little Bubble could cause any more trouble, two Schilling's soldiers appeared on the square in response to the plot. They saluted me from afar, then carried the little princess, who was waving her little arms and legs, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
A small green figure rushed to my shoulder and tugged on a strand of my hair, complaining, "555 … Little Bubble is too scary. Ah Jun, Jingle was almost eaten again …"
… Does that mean that you were eaten by Bubble before? You are a Goddess, can't you be a little more domineering? Are you sure that you are a Protoss and not some kind of house pet that escaped from the God Realm!?
At that moment, the representatives of the Naga tribe finally hopped (…) in front of us. The purple-haired girl looked curiously at the little guy on my shoulder. Then, she suddenly asked, "Lord God's Envoy, is this your pet?"
Instantly, there was an awkward silence.
Actually, I wanted to express my agreement, but Jingle was one step ahead of me and loudly protested, "Don't look down on Jingle! Be careful that Jingle bites you! Jingle is amazing! "
No, I don't see how you are amazing at all. Also, you were almost eaten by another little fellow just a few minutes ago, right? You are forever a four and six inch little bean!
"So cute!" Jingle's angry look actually triggered the overflowing love of the purple-haired girl. The mermaid girl in front of me suddenly jumped over, her light purple eyes seemed to be shining brightly. "Can I hug her? Can I raise her at home? Can I feed her? What does she usually eat? Is she picky? Does she hibernate? Also, also, does she have any other habits? Does she eat seaweed? Oh … Little guy, I have such a beautiful shell here … "
… This special envoy of the Naga Tribe was really too unique …
Ding Dang's small mouth was wide open, her face lifeless. The mermaid girl's unceasing words in front of her made the little thing's brain suddenly become muddled. Only when the other party suddenly extended her hand to grab her did the little thing cry out in alarm. She then scuttled behind my neck and popped out her small head. Still in a state of shock, she said, "You … What are you doing! Jingle is really powerful. Don't come over! "
It's over, it's all over. I've already lost all hope in this little animal who calls herself a goddess. I might as well let this ridiculous world be destroyed …
"Cough cough …" I grabbed the little thing that was moving around on my neck and passed it to Sandora. "This mermaid … Miss Naga, you seem to have forgotten something, right?"
The purple-haired girl blinked her eyes in confusion and looked at me for a while. Then, she suddenly showed an expression of realization and said to an elderly Naga beside her, "Grandpa Kodan, what should we do now?"
… Since you didn't remember anything, why did you suddenly realize it! This world should still be destroyed!
It wasn't just me, even the Naga Emissaries all showed expressions of collapse. The old Naga called Kodan's wrinkled face kept twitching, as though he was ready to answer the call of the Sea God and return to the Endless Sea.
"Esteemed Lord Emissary, please forgive me …" Kodan struggled to bend his waist in front of me. It was obvious that his lower body's fishtail made it difficult for him to maintain his balance on land. It was difficult for him to even complete such a bow — I once again started to doubt the Naga Tribe's battle strength on land.
"It's alright …" I took a deep breath to express that I was very calm. At the same time, I started to get curious. Could it be that Azshara and Vashj's brains were flooded with water? Why would they send such a clown as a special envoy? Didn't Shallow Shallow say that the Naga Tribe valued this opportunity for them to return to land?
Fortunately, that mermaid girl whose way of thinking was just as jumpy as her way of walking finally remembered her mission and introduced herself properly. I finally got to know her name: Isana Kurislan Isabella no% ¥… * ¥%%&* (Omitted below … Also, I despise the naming conventions of nobles …) In short, let's temporarily call her Isana. Her identity was also a little out of my expectations. Originally, I thought that she was just a Naga noble with an illustrious identity whose only merit was her illustrious identity. I didn't expect that she was actually the head court archmage by Azshara's side. The flower vase in my impression had actually turned into a fresh flower. This was truly out of my expectations. In a certain sense, this unreliable mermaid girl did have the qualifications to be the special envoy of the race — if we could ignore that head of hers which had its own unique way of thinking.
Not long after the Merfolk … Naga representatives arrived, the Orc representatives arrived within the teleportation range of the World of Azeroth. In fact, they had arrived a long time ago and had been staying near Theramore. If possible, they would definitely be the first batch of Race Envoys to arrive. However, we considered the special nature of the Orc race. Other than the native Kalimdor Horde members such as the Tauren and Trolls, the rest of them were not natives of the World of Azeroth. Everyone knew that the Orcs were invaders from the World of Azeroth when the Dark Portal first opened, so their identities were very awkward. The invaders of the past had now become the protectors of the world. I'm afraid that many people of Azeroth wouldn't be able to accept this, especially on the side of the Alliance. Be it humans or Dwarves, they probably didn't have a good impression of these Hulks who had killed countless of their kind. That was why we specially asked Jaina to help us delay the arrival of the Horde's ambassadors. This way, we would have enough time to use the glory of God to reform them … Alright, let me put it bluntly. We wanted the restless Alliance members to be suppressed by the Shiring Apostles first. After they had restrained themselves a little, we would then let the Orcs appear. This way, even if both sides didn't see eye to eye with each other, we could prevent the hot-headed Alliance members from fighting against the Horde.
What made me heave a sigh of relief was that Jaina's hard work seemed to have paid off. Or perhaps it was because of Seves's diplomatic skills that the Horde envoys showed great understanding towards our arrangements. This saved me the trouble of having a bored and destitute queen yelling about how to "use my mind control to deal with them" and other dangerous plans.
What disappointed me was that after the Naga tribe's accidental beautification, the Creator Gods of Azeroth seemed to have used up their already small amount of aesthetic cells. Apart from the Hulk, the only things that appeared in front of me were the Hulk, Brother Bull, or a troll with bells hanging from its fangs and a vulgar smile on its face. The beast-eared girls of my imagination didn't appear at all. It was such a pity.
Alright, I admit that I was a little confused with the concept of time and space … Should I consider giving Pandora a pair of cute little cat ears in a few days' time? It seemed that the Shiring Apostles were able to change their forms, right?
The moment this thought appeared in my mind, I was immediately met with dozens of gazes full of meaning. Lin Xue's disdain, Shallow Shallow's threat, Sandora's silly laughter as usual, my sister's helpless gaze, Anveena and Alaya's confused gazes, and Pandora's complicated gaze of "As long as Big Brother is happy, I'm fine with anything," which required ten Chinese characters to explain, but I actually understood it with a single glance …
I won't send a group message anymore, really …
The Horde envoys were led by a Beastman named Gretto Blood Fist. He was an old and wise Beastman, completely different from the violent and boorish Hulk that I knew. When he saw us, he quickly walked over and bowed respectfully. In a loud voice, he said, "The Horde's envoy, Gretto Blood Fist. I am here under the orders of the tribe chief to pay my respects to the esteemed Lord Oracle!"
Look at this quality! Look at this bearing! Look at this demeanor that was neither servile nor overbearing! I say, can't you learn from the fishtail that has been circling around me and trying to trick Dingdang into going over to me? At least show some concern for your surroundings, you saltwater creature!
The appearance of the Horde's envoy drew the attention of the Alliance representatives over. Fortunately, they restrained themselves well and didn't do anything that would cause me a headache or make Pandora excited. In fact, they even bowed slightly in a noble's direction — looks like the leaders of the various races in the Alliance really gave their envoys proper instructions before we set off.
Not long after the arrival of the Horde's envoy, the Night Elf's envoy finally arrived.
Regrettably, the one who appeared in front of me wasn't the White Tiger. Instead, it was a muscular Night Elf whose face was covered in magic runes and whose eyebrows and ears formed two parallel lines. He was taller than me by a full head. His name seemed to be Aikwen Staghorn or something. It was said that he was a Great Druid whose strength and prestige were second only to Fandral Staghelm. This made me a little curious. To be honest, I really wanted to see how this uncle would turn into a bear or a leopard with a bang. However, it was obvious that the conditions weren't suitable …
The relationship between the Night Elves and the Beastmen couldn't be said to be good. After all, at the start, there was intense friction between the two races. The hatred between the Night Elves and the Beastmen was also piled up with countless blood. Fortunately, Jaina's efforts were effective. Coupled with the combination of Jingle and Lin Xue, a True God and a Charlatan, these Night Elves didn't display any hostility towards the Beastmen representatives. Of course, they couldn't be said to be friendly either.
Everything was just as Lin Xue had analyzed back then. The hatred between the races was as deep as the sea. Even if they formed a temporary alliance, they definitely couldn't be said to be united.
At this moment, the voice that I had been waiting for a long time finally came from the top of the Bubble Tower.
"The Forgotten Envoy is nearing the Isle of God. Preparing to receive him …"
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